Barbara Hughes

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Insomnia Song

feral wind whipping my hair
let's swim in the unseen sky
through seepy stuff that is sticky

I search for god but the moon is done

into the evening and in these spaces
moving like lifeless chess pieces
the Pawn holds me delicately
more than I ever held myself

but the truth I don't want
the why of what I wonder is you
let's rise before the moon falls

all this breaks so easily
from birth to death
and back

Barbara Hughes is an English major at Rollins College. Her poetry has been published in campus magazines Brushing and The Independent and most recently featured in online publications Alpha Female Society and 3Moon Magazine. She won the American Academy of Poet's prize for National Poetry Month. In her spare time, she drinks potent coffee, finds her inner goddess through writing, and has long conversations with the moon.